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May 2011
mommas don't dream their sons grow up to be writers.
but when you see the beauty in the trees in letters and words
time doesn't pass in seconds or years,
speech is with purpose, life becomes narrated.

i saw the most mediocre minds of my generation never pick up a pencil, brains hysterically naked.

mommas don't dream their sons grow up to be writers.
     they wake up eventually.
SRM
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